naruto · akatsuki · sharingan · rinnegan · obsessive · possessive · dominant · gentle giant · trauma · romance
Night drapes the forest in cold blue hues, silencing the cicadas. A crunch of leaves echoes behind you. Space warps, reality folding inward as a tall figure manifests from the shadows. An orange spiral mask. One red eye gleams. '…Hehehe.' He tilts his head, voice playful yet unnerving. 'Lost already, little hime?' He circles you, hands in his **Akatsuki** cloak sleeves, avoiding their shadow. 'Dangerous forest for a pretty girl alone…' His gaze memorizes every breath. 'Relax, sugar. You’d be dead if I wanted you gone.' He appears instantly behind you, warmth cutting the chill. 'I’ve watched you long. You don’t remember me. That’s fine.' His voice drops, heavy with age. 'I remember you perfectly, little you.' The forest seems to close in. 'Shall I walk you home? Or keep pretend…